Mio couldn't get her master out of her poor, restless mind, as she waited for Satoru to return. Now that she'd thought about it, he had been out of character lately.. He always used to sit and speak with her in the evening, once they had finished training, with a glass or two of sake and maybe some food if she was lucky. Mio spoke about her family, about her distaste for Jujutsu…
Geto had told her about his previous affiliation with the school, with Gojo, his distaste for humans. Mio had agreed with him on that; she had seen the weakness of humans and the layers of societal prejudice against those without the natural gift of cursed energy. Her own family were left by the wayside by the very people that were tasked with "protecting" them, fucking ridiculous. The memory of their faces made Mio sick to her stomach. What was so heroic about killing curses anyway? They wouldn't even exist if people weren't so fucking miserable, if the world weren't such a twisted place, thanks to people like the fucking Sorcerers…
At least that's what she had thought then, Mio had always been a stubborn, hot headed girl. Her father was always struggling to control her temper, he used to be much the same, but after many years of being beaten down and stretched thin, losing members of his family with next to no thanks in return, he had become a shell of his former self. For a while Mio felt bad and tried to comfort him, until he continued to refuse to train her and let her help. If she wasn't good enough for him, then he didn't deserve her sympathy. But Mio was good enough for Geto.. And he was more than good enough for her.. He warmed her heart every time he reached down to help her back up after he'd knocked her over in combat training, even though Mio knew that he was only using barely an ounce of his raw power.
But lately Geto had been… Mio didn't even know where, usually he would at least lie about where he was going, and not really be too long. Now though, he was going for entire evenings, not saying goodbye. Mio had a feeling he was travelling between domains, consorting with curses and the like. Geto never really spoke about who he worked with, probably for safety and anonymity, but Mio knew they must have been curses, strong ones too. Something was brewing, some kind of plan, she knew that much. Only now, lay on a cold table in the fucking basement of the place she hated the most, did Mio stop to consider that she was part of whatever scheme Geto was playing out. She knew that Satoru would have been a target, but she didn't think that her master would play her so underhandedly.
I suppose I'm just another monkey to him...
That was probably the closest to the truth she would get before attempting to unpick his entire plan… the truth fucking hurt. Gojo had probably already come to a similar conclusion himself, so there wouldn't be any point sitting and trying to defend Geto to him. Would she even believe what she would end up saying if she did? Her heart ached, and in the loneliness of the college dungeon, a tear fell from her eye. It was almost worse because she didn't have the satisfaction of feeling it fall down her face. Confined even from her own emotions… What a cruel joke…
She thought about how Gojo-Sam's kindness felt very similar to how Geto used to be… something had changed around a year ago. He had come back after going out to the city for the day, subdued and quiet, with a distinctively different, more evil aura around him. She had also noticed that a new tattoo had appeared on his forehead. It didn't make any sense to her at the time, but now she was beginning to suspect that whatever changed that day would be part of the reason she ended up here.
Her wrists and ankles felt so heavy, like all the blood was draining from her core down into her limbs to prevent her having the strength to resist against her restraints. She had become a curse user, but the Innate Technique of the Saotomi clan was one of precise location, affectionately nicknamed the Foresight. It was as much a useful tool to the Clan, used for locating precious resources and cursed objects, as it was a burden. For a short period of time when the user activated the ability, they could look into the near future of a person once they had made eye contact with them.
The techniques main weakness, however, was that it wasn't an accurate prediction of the future. Foresight could be influenced by the recipients intentions, and if they are aware of it, they would be able to influence what the user would see. This made it increasingly difficult to use in battle, so over time the Saotomi withdrew them self from the front line of Jujutsu, and resigned them self to the position they were in now.
Saotomi Mio had manifested foresight at the tender age of 10, and since then had been trying to convince her father to let her refine it. Where she was right now, the power would probably be more of a weakness than a strength. Geto had agreed to train it within her after they had improved her baseline physical ability, but after that day when he changed.. There had been no talk of it, and frankly, Mio had become too afraid of him to push for it herself. So the Foresight remained in its raw state, Mio could barely even tell when it was active or not, especially when she was under stress.
Another problem with the technique was that if someone's mental prowess was strong enough, if they could keep their mind totally blank, the technique could be effectively useless. And since so many people had come to learn about the Saotomi Foresight, their enemies would train especially in mental masking to defend against it. As far as Mio knew in that moment, since she had never been told otherwise, there was little do be done about that.
Mio tossed up in her mind whether she would try and use it on Gojo when he returned. Surely he would know about it, and expect it, but its not like he has any reason to worry about its potential effects. He may even use it against her if she tried it. She wondered what he could possibly do, she had enough mental fortitude to withstand potentially distressing images being put in her head, she spent enough time thinking about death herself… Still, though, she couldn't quite figure out definitively what Gojo would do.
Since she hadn't yet locked eyes with the Sorcerer, she was not able to locate him nearby. So when she finally heard the door creak open again it was, once again, a bit of a shock. It made her body instinctively tense up, and when Gojo Satoru walked through he door, closing it behind him, he was taken aback by the form lay before him. Mio's arms and shoulders were tensed, her muscles defined by the low light, and her low back was slightly arched. Worst (or best) of all, he had somewhat purposefully left the room in its lingering cold state. Not only due to the shock and instinct of unconsciously moving to defend herself, but the cold too.. Mio's skin was pricked with goosebumps.. And her nipples were rock hard.
Gojo took a moment to take in the scene as a whole, before walking over to the table and chairs he had prepared before bringing her down here. He had always had the intention of releasing her eventually, but he couldn't abate his curiosity. He liked to observe, and he very much liked what he was observing in that moment.
"Good evening, Saotomi-San."
Mio worked hard to relax herself, breathing deeply through her nose. He was being polite, respectful even. Was he softening her up for something?
Before she had time to analyse the situation, her nose filled with the delicious scent of Japanese spices and plump, hot chicken. Her mouth filled with saliva, and her body instantly relaxed. It made Gojo smile affectionately, placing the tray of Katsu and the extra snacks he bought down on the table. He had also brought down a fluffy dressing gown for Mio, since he wanted her to be comfortable.
He wanted to eat with her at the table, to take the seal off and let her move around. He had actually started feeling bad for the girl, but it was her fault for underestimating the college, underestimating him.
He had been planning on how he would try and use the Foresight to his advantage, should he enforce images of pain and torture… of freedom… he grinned to himself as the thoughts raced through his mind. Mio was still quiet, perhaps still taking in the fresh sensory stimulus after.. Gojo checked his watch. Has it really been 4 hours? Fuck.. He had got caught up looking at souvenirs and browsing the sweets stalls at a local market nearby, but he didn't think it would have taken it that long.
"Ah~, sorry, Saotomi-san" he muttered, embarrassed "I didn't mean to take so long. Thank you for your patience."
He's actually a massive dork, isn't he? She thought, boy would I love to see the look on his face now.
Mio smiled, and Gojo sighed in relief. He knew she was fine, but he still mentally scolded himself for keeping a woman waiting.
And a fine woman she was, at that.
"I don't mind, Gojo-san" Mio purred, mirroring his manners in contrast to their earlier rude boldness "Thank you for bringing the katsu. How are you planning on letting me have it?"
Gojo's inner pervert quietly chuckled at her questionable phrasing, he couldn't deny that he was thinking about it. He pondered the question and its potential implications for a moment before responding.
"Well, Saotomi-san, I would very much like to eat with you at the table.. But you would have to be well behaved." His tone stirred up something delicious in Mio's stomach, she liked hearing him talk like that.. "Unless you want me to keep you tied up, and feed it to you myself."
Mio softly bit her tongue trying to hide the smile, but nothing could be hidden from the Six Eyes. She's a freak... Satoru mused to himself, watching her intently as she mulled over her options.
"Well, Gojo-san" she cooed, mimicking him "I think I'd very much like to stretch my legs out, don't you think so?"
They were both grinning like Cheshire cats now, the energy in the room was electric. Mio decided in that moment that if and when Satoru removed her blindfold, she would use her technique, regardless of whether he would have his blindfold on or not. The risk was exciting. And she wanted to know what was in his mind, what his intent was. Thought she already had very strong suspicions.
Is this a trick question? Gojo pondered, or is she trying to ask me what I think about her legs? He leaned back against the table, raising his dominant right hand to his chin and strokin his bottom lip contemplatively with his thumb. He stood there in silence for a moment, before slowly pacing towards Mio.
All she felt following this was a long, slender finger sliding gently against her temple, underneath the blindfold, along the edge of her soft, shoulder length, dirty brown hair. She smelled intoxicating up close, the scent only fueled his thoughts more. He knew exactly how her technique worked, and he knew that she would use it at first opportunity, even knowing that Gojo would have the upper hand.
Freak...
Mio blinked, taking in the light of the room, before looking up directly into a staring pair of ice blue eyes under a mop of white hair. She didn't even have time to take his presence in, the connection was instant, and her mind began to fill with images not of her own doing. He had let her in.
There was no other way of describing it, what Mio was seeing was a collection of scenes of utter debauchery. One moment Mio would be pushed against the wall, face a painting of bliss. The next she would see Satoru crying out lustily, holding Mio by the waist and rocking her rhythmically on top of him. Mio couldn't break eye contact with Satoru, and he grinned down at her knowing full well what she was experiencing. He watched intently as she struggled to keep a straight face, though her eyes were wide, and her pupils dilated. After seeing in her minds eye how Gojo could trail hot, passionate kisses down her neck and shoulders, she lost her composure and quickly fluttered her gaze down to his lips, which shined dully in the dark room. She looked back up to see him smiling.. He looks hungry too, she thought.
"Do you like what you see?" Gojo cooed at her, knowing full well that he had the upper hand in terms of mental fortitude.
Mio's mouth went dry and she swallowed hastily, Gojo could feel her heart racing. He could see her pulse in her neck, which he unashamedly gazed at for a moment, before looking back up into her eyes to watch how she responded.
Mio had no choice, she had been caught, trapped, and now she was being preyed upon. She kept her gaze locked with Satoru's, as she gingerly nodded her head.
She looks so innocent right now... Such a shame I already know that she is capable of much worse things...
Gojo didn't want to move away from her, he was hovering just above her head and he could practically smell her scent pouring off her. Women smelled different to him when they were aroused, and he knew then that Mio wasn't lying. She wanted what he made her see, she wanted the power that she could feel oozing from his presence. He smiled again, this was the first time she had really seen it, and it was devilish. It was the kind of smile that made you want to run, at the same time as subduing you completely. Mio was at his mercy in that moment, he could have dived on her and she wouldn't have complained at all. And Gojo could smell those feelings, he could almost taste the heat pouring from her body. The tension was glorious, and he wanted to milk it even more.
His gaze trailed slowly, deliberately, down her face to her lips, lingering for a moment before he took in the rest of her upper body. Her slight neck, her collar bones, her taught chest that was rising and falling much faster than usual. He avoided looking down past her waist, because he knew that's exactly what Mio wanted, and he couldn't give her that. Not before she had eaten dinner anyway.
"Right then," he chimed, standing up abruptly and leaving Mio still lay like a needy puppy, gazing over at Satoru intently. "Let's eat this dinner before it goes cold!"
He snapped his fingers and suddenly Mio's limbs were free. The ropes fell from her wrists and ankles, off the table she lay on and onto the floor. The binding spells were undone, and Mio felt her strength return to her body. She did, for a moment, think about trying to escape.. But honestly, what she wanted most wasn't anywhere other than in this room, and Gojo knew that well.
Her muscles were sore from stillness as she moved to sit up on the table, looking down and realising how little she was wearing, her cheeks flushed red.
"Ha-have I been wearing this.. The whole time?" Mio stuttered, pulling her legs up to her chest so she was in a tight little ball, blushing feverishly.
Gojo turned around and nodded, looking at her once against with that predatory gaze. Mio had become the hunted. But first she was being treated especially well, by the person perusing her no less.
She sighed, not a lot she could do about it now, she supposed. She looked over to the table. There were two chairs, two plates of take-away katsu, two drinks bottles and a pile of snacks. He has made quite the effort hasn't he?
Her gaze fell on the chair and she saw the fluffy, grey dressing gown, laid neatly over the back of it. Mio looked up at the white haired sorcerer, who was stood by the table waiting for her, his gaze unwavering and unchanging. Mio wanted to put it on, desperately, not only to be warm and cosy but to cover her modesty. It's a bit late for that, Mio.. She thought to herself, seeing as he has already imagined you naked... On top of him.. Nnnghh~
Mio shook her head to get her thoughts straight, and tentatively placed her feet on the floor. It was even colder than whatever she had been lay on. How Gojo wasn't cold she had no idea.
"Is that for me?"
Gojo nodded again, not saying another word.
"Thank you.."
She walked over to the table, put on the dressing gown, and looked around the room. There was a huge stone slab in the center, and small candles dotted around the floor keeping the room lit. There was almost a macabre romantic quality to it, it reminded Mio of something from a serial killer flic.
Gojo sat down and gestured to Mio at the seat opposite him. She, gratefully, took it and began eyeing up the food on the table. Once again, like before, her stomach rumbled loudly and the two of them chuckled quietly.
The Katsu looked like something from a film, too. It was steaming inside the plastic box, and when Mio opened the lid, the steam rose up into her face and the smell engulfed her. She picked up and broke open the chopsticks Satoru had brought for them. The Katsu was sprinkled with chopped spring onion and sesame seeds, with small piles of pickled ginger and wasabi on either corner of the box in their little compartments. It looked as delicious as it smelled, and Mio looked up at Gojo, her eyes sparkling with excitement, she piped up like a giddy child.
"Itadakimasu!"
Gojo nodded and spoke with the same restrained politeness as earlier, breaking open his own chopsticks.
"Itadakimasu."
Itadakimasu is the Japanese for 'let's eat!' for anyone who may have been confused.
Warning: I have a feeling the next chapters may move into containing manga spoilers, because I enjoy writing canon and I've kinda set myself up for some confusing headcanon headfuckery involving Geto and Gojo.For those who are only up the where the anime stops I have two messages;
1. Read the manga if it's available in your language, I use a reader called Tachiyomi which can be downloaded through Google, but it's not on the play store. It's ad free and has all the manga up to date on there (o)/
2. I may write a divergent story from this or the next chapter onwards for people who can't read the manga for whatever reason
Im going to try to publish new chapters more regularly, but I'm currently juggling multiple stories so I just write when I feel inspired. Thank you to the people leaving reviews, I appreciate it a lot!
Happy reading!!
